It escapes me just when it was that I retired last evening, but I will venture that it was soon after 9:30 p.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 2 a.m. to get me up for a nighttime walk.
Unfortunately I slept ill; and I was awake enough at one point to be checking the time, finding it to be something like 1:09 or 1:14 a.m. That was too soon to be rising, so I remained abed in search of sleep until my alarm sounded.
I could hear that it was still lightly raining outside, and I felt myself to be unusually lacking and uninspired. Nevertheless, I hurriedly dressed for my outing ─ that is, my five-mile walk.
I would be depositing my younger brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque at the financial institution approximately a mile from here ─ it was for well over $500 because it included his share of the annual utilities that had been due to be paid on April 3.
The rain and my lacking spirit removed all compunction for the usual set of a half dozen pull-ups and chin-ups that I engage early into these walks at an elementary school playground. I would have needed to exercise with my gloves, and I had absolutely no desire to be getting them drenched and then having to wear them for the rest of my walk.
I also had no desire to be wasting time in the rain ─ I wanted to get that cheque deposited.
I got that deed accomplished, and proceeded with my walk. And although I was to do a stint of laboured jogging for something over three blocks at one point, I had nothing remaining thereafter. There was no life to my step anymore.
Apart from being possessed of that vexing state, there was nothing else of consequence concerning the jaunt; and it was 4:05 a.m. once I was back home and outside the locked front door. Since it may have been no later than 2:16 a.m. once I was on my way from home earlier, this was good time ─ probably because I dispensed with the school playground exercises.
Sometimes the rain was approaching the serious, but there were times when it seemed to have nearly quit. I wore a denim jacket overtop of a heavy hooded sweatshirt with a light tee-shirt beneath that. The sweatshirt was so unaffected by the rain that I never removed it when I returned to bed something over an hour after getting home ─ I sometimes find that my core body temperature becomes so low that I find it difficult to be warm enough in bed after one of these walks.
Unfortunately, I continued to have an ill time of it trying to sleep. And I believe that it may have been a little past 8:30 a.m. when I later decided to rise for the morning.
I was still unpossessed of wherewithal for any activity by way of exercise, so I accepted that I was not going to involve myself in any until the late afternoon. Nor was I feeling adequately slept.
For morning T.V. with my brother just after 9 a.m., I used our Android TV Box to tune in two of Odessa Orlewicz's livestreams of yesterday.
The first was nearly 1½ hours (1:27:25): Testimonials Written About Browns Gas. I Read Them Out & Have Fun Conversation With George Wiseman.
Health updates, testimonials, and great conversation with George....A big supporter of the freedom movement and health. Testimonials:
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I do wish that I could afford George's device, but I am most unlikely to ever benefit from it.
The second video was over an hour long (1:07:32): Canada Taking Food Freedom Away From The People Through NEW Mass Digital Tracking Program.
SOS. The drip drip drip and slow boil continues on the Canadian people. Orwell's warning continues to come to fruition through the Trudeau & NDP nightmare alliance. Where's the Beef? Just ask the government. They WILL find yours. Interview with Kari Simpson who breaks down the newest documents put out.
I brought us to the end of the noon hour with an episode of the British comedy series Happiness. This particular episode was available on YouTube at the BEAST channel.
Oh, gosh ─ I just had a lengthy conversation with both of my stepsons concerning the upcoming mortgage renewal. The present contract expires next month.
They are pushing that maybe I should consider selling. In other words, do not renew, and just go into a variable mortgage rate situation for the nonce, and have the property on the market.
But they are thinking in terms of us getting a different property, whereas I want to move far, far from here. I have no desire to live around here ─ I have wanted to live remotely since I was a teen.
We talked for at least an hour, and now I have no further time to blog. I never exercised this morning, so there is a priority that I engage some now.
The mortgage and home selling topic is extremely complex ─ I cannot possibly enter into it, so I am going to close this post with four photos that my wife posted to her Facebook account at 4:30 a.m. (Pacific Time Zone) on Tuesday, April 4 (2023).
Since the photos were probably at the Udon Thani International Airport after my wife arrived there and was being picked up by family and maybe some friends, the time would have been 6:30 p.m. later that same day in terms of Thailand time.
I do not know who the cute little girl is ─ such a shame that such a lovely little face is masked:
My wife had just finished a little over two months visiting a sister of hers who lives in Rome, so she flew from Rome via Emirates Airlines to Thailand, and ultimately she arrived at the home family village where her mother still lives.
She hopes to sell two rai of country land that she owns, but I hope to have some idea of what is in store for all of us concerning the home we presently live in. Maybe she should not sell her land.
As I said, this is sorrowfully complex, for my brother also has a huge representation in all of this ─ he is 'silent' half owner of the house, after all. With me being a first-time home owner, it was hugely advantageous for a couple of reasons to have my name alone on the title back in 2002 when he and I started buying the place ─ I had as yet not even met the woman who was to become my wife.
Yes, complex stuff.
I am going to sit up this evening watching some T.V. with my brother after he shows up from his daily socializing. Tomorrow morning I will endeavour to have a conversation with him about our future here.
Since I am beginning a 24-hour fast as of sunset which is imminent, I will not be having anything to drink this evening.
Anyway, enough for today.
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